User blog comment:Corbus/Castra Praetoria/@comment-4677325-20111228163613

Darskel opens his eyes slowly. His leg is bandaged and the doctor is gone. He slowly pulls himself to a sitting position on the bed and he looks around. He sees a bowl of water and a piece of fish on the table next to him. He eats and drinks it gratefully. Oddly enough, the house is eerily quiet and empty. Grabbing a pair of crutches laying next to his bed, he pulls himself upright. He grabs a small dagger on the table and shoves it into his belt. He then goes outside, with the aid of his crutches.